Finis

The last time I sat on a long-haul flight, it was from Singapore to London. My hair was much shorter, my fringe worn down as bangs. I was heavy-hearted with confused thoughts and forbidden emotions. My heart was filled with anticipation and an inviting sense of the unknown.

And now, almost as if it were years later, it is time for me to board the plane bound for Singapore. I will be going home.

Home.

As I left it, the same.
No more Bath, streets of London, tube stations, homeless people on sidestreets, gay pubs and straight pubs, fish and chips, Sainsbury's, 3 Starbucks on the same street, old abbeys and museums chockfull of history. My hair will be longer, pinned up and almost grazing my shoulders. I'll return with a mind full of memories. Lots of memories, and lessons I've learnt along the way. Perhaps a heart full of regret and sadness too - that all this has to end, and has, whether or not I like it, come to a final close.

Mon and Yang, thanks for being my companions. We made it through Venetian gelatos, tense travel arguments, drunken reverie, poker obsessions, kitchen debates and lots, lots more. Memories that only three of us share, and hopefully can look back fondly on in months and years to come. I daresay I am glad we did this together. Big hug.